>Arms around the waist
It appeared to you that Romano had decided to stay at home during the first classes. It wouldn’t surprise you one bit. He tended to over-sleep and be late. No wonder the teachers were taking a special dislike in him. Inwardly you rolled your eyes at his childish behaviour. But you loved that lad anyways. The weekend’s episodes still played in your mind. You had had a very… different weekend, but definitely a good one. After sharing a passionate with Lovino, the two of you spent the rest of the day cuddling on his bed. Once in a while he would whisper sweet things to you in Italian, sometimes he would do the gesture to tell you what he said, which would make you blush madly like a small school-girl. You wouldn’t even give it a thought when the Spaniard would enter the room make remarks how cute you looked. You simply ignored it. You had wanted to be with him for so long.
“Hey [Name],Vibram Shoes!” a voice tore you out of your clouded thoughts. Looking on your left side you saw Gilbert coming your way, a grin was presented on his pale face.
“What’s up?” you smiled. You never talked much to him, and you hardly knew him at all. Goofball; that was all you could say about him.
“How’s the weekend?” he asked, throwing an arm over your shoulder. You blushed from his question. You hardly knew if you and Romano were a couple now or what you actually were. Could you just say that you got together? No, you couldn’t. That would be offensive if Romano found out and didn’t see it that way.
“Good I guess” you cleared your throat,Lady Gaga Heartbeats, trying to cover your heated cheeks.
“Good huh? Seems like it’d been better than good” the red eyed male smirked with a chuckle.
“W-what are you hinting?” you frowned a little. You knew Romano disliked the most of his classmates, so you couldn’t bring yourself to think he told anyone about it.
“I know what you need” he whispered into your ear. His hot breath tickled the hollow behind your ear as he spoke, sending a tickling feeling through your body.
“Which will happen to be…?”
“A man” you almost stiffened by his words. “A man who handle your wild nature in the bed, someone who can make love to you like no one else, someone who—“
“Will never happen to be you” you snapped and brushed him off. What the hell was that all of a sudden? Earlier in the morning Alfred had complimented your eyes and fancy clothes as well. Just what the hell was going on? It felt like almost all the guys knew of your and Romano’s love-affair and suddenly all the guys were making moves on you. It was annoying the hell out of you for some reason. Sure, you had liked Alfred at some point, but it would never involve love and same was with Gilbert. No,Coach Store, your heart beat for a certain Italian, like it had for almost two years now.
“C’mon [Name] don’t get so touchy~” Gilbert cooed at you. Your eyes narrowed to cracks.
“Would you just get off? I have a class to attend to” you rolled your eyes and walked past him. A pair of arms held you back.
“I don’t mind you being feisty. It’s cute you’re playing hard to get,Bose Headphones, so tell me… what would you like me to do to make you like me, hm?” his lips brushed over the shell of your ear as he spoke sending shivers down your spine.
“Get off asshole!” you spat out, wriggling to get free from his hold. Before the white haired guy managed to bring out another word you felt a hand grip your upper arm tightly and yank you to them. Strong and protective arms looped around your waist and brought you close.
“Get your filthy hands off [Name] bastardo” it didn’t take your brain long to register who the voice belonged to. The thick Italian accent lingered in his voice. Romano. Glaring heatedly at the white haired classmate, he sure took the hint and disappeared around the next corner towards his class. You sighed in relief, relaxing in his embrace.
“Mi dispiace [Name]” he muttered to you, turning you around in his arms so you faced him. A small smile graced your lips. Your arms tangled around his middle, hugging him.
“Ti amo… vuoi essere la mia ragazza?”[1] his words were soft as he spoke lowly, only allowing you to hear him. You inwardly rolled your eyes. You didn’t understand many Italian words,Coach Bags, but you knew he said he loved you.
“I don’t know what you are saying, but yea… I love you too” you blushed, admitting that to him as you gazed into his brownish optics. The grip on your waist tightened even if just a little when you said that.
“I allow no one to touch you” he told you before his lips pressed against yours. Rough and yet so soft, you let yourself melt in his arms. Your heart fluttered and stomach made back-flips from the contact of your lips.
>I love you too much to let go
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[1] Ti amo… vuoi essere la mia ragazza = I love you… would you like to be my girlfriend?
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